The Divit Brothers.....On Their Way Home

Chapter Three

      The sound of the water as it slapped the side of the boat had woke her. It took a minute for her to define what the noise was, as she gazed around trying to focus her eyes in the dim light. Just enough light streamed in through the tiny oblong window near the top of the cabin wall for her to see this beautiful man lying there. A man that she had spent the night with, a man that had filled her soul with so much love she felt she might burst. He was almost what you would call, a work of art. 

      He slept on his stomach, with his delightfully defined body fully spread almost the entire width of the cabin bed. His long wavy hair had cascaded over his shoulders and lay in a heap of curls on his pillow, just begging her to touch it, but she fought the urge. 

       As she glanced down she could see his left arm positioned precariously across her naked body, holding her down. She smiled, thinking how protected and owned she felt at that moment, with his skin touching hers. Carolina slid out from underneath his arm ever so gently, trying not to wake him as she listened to his steady breathing, letting her know he was in a deep realm of sleep, and would probably not be disturbed by her moving about. 

      The sound of voices from the pier made her uneasy, so she grabbed the sheet that had been shoved to the foot of the bed during their night of lovemaking, and wrapped it around her. She crawled over Efe as he continued to sleep and made her way to the head. She quietly closed the door and switched on the light over the mirror. It barely lit the tiny room enough for her to make out herself in the mirror. But she could see enough to tell just how happy she was..

      Yes, she was happy. Or that's what she thought this feeling was. It was like nothing she had felt before, not at all like the feelings she had for Grant. This morning she accepted that warm and giddy tickle that stirred inside. She smiled at herself in the mirror, and she really liked what she saw this time. All the doubts and excuses that she made for her past mistakes just didn't seem to matter anymore.

      She took care of business quickly, washing her face and pulling her hair back in a ponytail, using one of Efes elastic band to hold it in place. She giggled at the thought of using the same band as he had to hold his long thick hair. Imagining all the things that they could share, a hair tie was one of the most obvious, but also the thought of sharing his t-shirts and from what she had seen of his jewelry, she wouldn't mind sporting some of the those as well. But just as quickly she shook her head to get rid of any premature thoughts of what might lay ahead for them

      " Carolina don't get ahead of yourself. You're already thinking about sharing all these things, but what if he's not going to stay here." She whispered to herself under her breath. She hadn't wanted to think about it, but it was there in her mind. What if,....she hated those two words. What if he just came back to say a proper goodbye, what if,..he had no intention of staying with her, ..then what. She felt her eyes filling with tears as she scolded herself in the mirror, " Yeah Carolina, what if....then what will you do. Will it be another Grant Morgan fiasco, will you fall apart and make a fool of yourself again." She spoke to her face in the small fog covered mirror.

      His voice startled her making her jump. She had almost forgot he was there. " Carolina, where are you are you. Are you in the head."  Efe called out. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly blocking the tears from falling down her face before she answered, " Yes, I am. But I'm coming out. Just a minute." She gritted her teeth together and blotted the tears that had already escaped and rolled down her cheeks with the towel that was hanging there. She took a deep, much needed breath, and opened the door.

      Efe was sitting up in the bed, his back resting against the wall at the head of the bed.  His arms folded and placed behind his head and his legs crossed....still with nothing on but a smile and the skin he was born in. " Good  morning babe, did you sleep well,...and why do you have that sheet wrapped around you?" He asked with a smirk, and then a laugh. 

      She was holding on to that sheet for dear life, so tightly that her hands were hurting, " Oh, I forgot my clothes when I went to the bathroom, so...I came back to get them, so...I can get dressed." She stammered, her whole body on fire from the look that came from Efe's eyes. 

      "The head." He spoke, not losing that direct penetration of his eyes to hers. " It's the head, not the bathroom. That's the correct term for the boats facilities." His voice was low and it sounded as smooth as hot butter. " Oh sorry, I had no idea."  She replied. Her body seems to be paralyzed, but she did manage to bend over and pick up her clothes from the floor. She wasn't sure why all of a sudden she had been taken over by embarrassment, modesty and completely unsure of herself. Things that she normally wouldn't be bothered with. 

      Efe was quite confident in his skin. He didn't seem to be at all embarrassed or unsure with the way he looked sitting there on the bed. And Carolina could not take her eyes off of him. He had a serious but determined look on his face as he reached out his hand to her, " Babe, come here. There's nothing to be embarrassed about. It's just me, and this is us, together."  Her hand was shaking as she placed it in his, " I know. Trust me I know, and I wish I could be as confident as you are." She answered, as she stepped closer to the bed. He sat upright, soaking in this beautiful woman. Then he took her other hand, releasing it from the hold it had on that sheet and letting it fall in a heap on the floor revealing the splendor of her beautiful body.

      Efe wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her over on the bed. She shrieked and let out that infectious laugh. " Efe wait,....we,....what if,...." she stammered about trying to find the words as he showered her with kisses. His lips landed firmly on hers, giving her a kiss that told her he didn't care about anything but her. When he finally parted his lips from hers he whispered, " What if,..what? Wait? Why would we wait. He answered all her questions with another question, making her smile.

      He was as close to her as they could possibly be, she could feel his skin against hers, his muscles as they moved, and hear his breathing become deep and labored. She would never get use to a man like Efe. He was much like that Pied Piper in the fairy tales,....someone that everyone would follow. A person that everyone wanted to be with. Most of all her....

      " But my dear, what if your brother comes back, what if he catches us." She spoke softly, her eyes closed as he hovered precariously over her body. 

      Efe laughed, " My brother may be my silly younger brother, but he is not stupid enough to come back to this boat right now. Not until he calls first." He replied brushing his lips across her lips and traveling down her neck and headed south to her ample breasts.

      She gasped as she felt the excitement grow, " Ok, if you're sure he's not going to walk in on us." She whispered.

      Efe rolled over on top of her, " I'm sure, he's not going to walk in on us.......but I am sure of what I'm about to do." He told her as he felt the heat radiate from her body......